A little about me and my life.

Growing up I was told that God was God, that you went to Church on Sunday and that was that. So that is what I did. And up until about about 2 years or so ago that was all fine with me for the most part. I will get to all of that in a minute. First I will tell you about my family. I have a great husband we will married for 9 years this April, he is very supportive. We have two sons Christian is 8 and Jonathan is 2. Christian has ADHD he is on medication for this and for the first time in his life he is having a hard for him in school and socially and that breaks my heart. Jonathan loves his big brother, he is a Mommy's boy. He is at that age where his feelings get hurt really easily so he runs of crying if you tell him no or yell him. And now for me, about a year and a half ago I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia. Fibromyalgia has turned my world on it's head. I didn't have a very fun pregnancy with Jonathatn, and they think that is what brought on the Fibro. Sometimes when I look at my son I wonder if I didn't have him would I still be well. What I good mother I am. I wouldn't trade a moment of my time with my son nor do I regret having him but I do wonder. But because of the pain from the Fribo I no longer work and I have had a lot of time to think and this is where I will start " How does God fit into my lift?"